Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.